Duan Yili frantically dialed a number from her contact list.
She began stamping her feet impatiently while waiting on the person on the other end to pick up.
At the corporate office of Zhang Corporation, the aide to Zhang Tianyu heard his phone vibrate.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Gao, there is a person waiting on the intercom to speak to President Zhang."
Gao Yifeng wore an impassive mask as he listened to what the secretary of his boss had to say.
"Does the person have a name?"
Whether it was nerves or not, the woman on the other end of the phone forgot to reveal the identity of the caller to Gao Yifeng.
"I'm so sorry, sir! She said that she's Mrs Duan!"
A baffled expression stole across the face of the right hand man of Zhang Tianyu, he couldn't fathom what would make the wife of Director Duan to be calling when she could always have shown up at the office or asked her husband to see his boss in her place.
